So last night was a bust. I'd been craving for sushi since the night before, and had planned on enjoying some by myself, for lunch, at a sushi bar in the mall where I was going to get a hair cut. (A much needed haircut.) And yea, I'm cool enough to be able to have a meal by myself. I like doing things by myself. But anyway. When I got to the sushi place, it was still closed and wouldn't be open for another 15 minutes, which was cool with me. I could wait 15 minutes for the chicken teriyaki I had been salivating over for 8 hours or so. So I walked around the mall, and SMS-ed Azzi, who convinced me to wait until later that night to have sushi with him instead. Then dinnertime rolls around, and of course Azzi's punkass boss had to send him to fix some computer-related problems at his friend's office all the way in the middle of town. But that was fine, I could wait and watch tv with my dad, who insulted me on what I was wearing. MY DAD, questioning my fashion sense! MY DAD! What does he know?? (For the record, I was dressed down in sweat pants and a t-shirt, but that was fine, because the sushi bar we were going to was in another mall, and I didn't need to dress up for that.) So then Azzi finally arrived and we got to the sushi place, and we both ordered the chicken teriyaki, along with an assortment of sushi. Then I sat there in anticipation of the chicken that I had been longing for all that time, only to have the waitress come back and tell me that they had RAN OUT OF CHICKEN!!! I was like, Monkeyass, you ran out of chicken?? (I didn't exactly say that, but I sure was thinking it.) We ended up ordering this salmon dish, which was okay, except that I hadn't noticed the picture of the salmon in the menu showed a smoked salmon, so I'd been expecting a teriyaki-type/fried/sauteed/whatever piece instead. But really, it was okay, though we had to wait awhile for it, and Azzi thought that the chick was going to come and tell us that they'd ran out of salmon, too. I said if that happened then I was going to punch the girl. Anyway, after finishing our meal, I still wasn't too satisfied, so I asked the sushi-rolling dude to make me a soft-shelled crab sushi thing. But guess what, dude? THEY RAN OUT OF SOFT-SHELLED CRABS! mafucka. !!!!! Azzi also made fun of me because I can't count. Because I tried to calculate how much our bill would come up to, and it ended up being about $10 more than what I had estimated. Azzi said that we were going to have dumb, math-challenged kids. I said that I was counting on his genes to not make that happen. The best thing about last night was the both of us singing along to 'Can't take my eyes off of you' on Azzi's CD-player during the drive back. To each other. Twice. This afternoon we went and had Thai food for lunch. It was a much better dining experience that last night's.